Flash Fiction Challenge: Sea Dog

Sea Dog

There’s nothing like the salt spray on your snout, the gentle undulation of the ship as she dances on the waves.

We are finally under way to take these pesky humans to some port they call “vacation.”

I’ll be glad to be rid of them. Hope nothing goes awry. Continue reading “Flash Fiction Challenge: Sea Dog”

Flash Fiction Challenge: Location is Everything

Photo by K.S. Brooks

I guess it’s just not the kind of question you think to ask when you’re talking to a realtor. It was a nice looking place. It was clean and well-kept. It was close to good schools.

I can’t even complain that the realtor played down the issue of having genetic scientists next door.  It just never came up.

Of course, you make adjustments. The geraniums go on the other side of the house now. Vacations are timed according to mating season rather than convenience.

That’s not the worst part, though. . . Continue reading “Flash Fiction Challenge: Location is Everything”

8th Annual Write a DearReader Contest

Write a DearReader ContestThe 8th Annual Write a DearReader Contest is now accepting submissions of previously unpublished short works on nearly any personal subject.

The deadline is August 12, 2012. Maximum word count is 650 words. Multiple entries per person are acceptable.

Prizes are: Grand Prize – $300; Runner Up – $200; Third Place – $100. In addition to a cash prize, the winning columns will be published in the daily book clubs at DearReader.com, Read-It-First.com and at BookTrib.com.

For more information, please visit their website.

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Flash Fiction Challenge: Goodbye Wave

Photo by K.S. Brooks

She watched Chris from the beach as she did every time he surfed. She waited and worried as she did every time.

This was different. Last night, she’d had the dream. The black rose washed up in the surf. The broken board followed.

She’d told Chris. She’d begged him not to go today.

He wouldn’t listen, of course. Continue reading “Flash Fiction Challenge: Goodbye Wave”